Chapter 239: Some drown their sorrows in alcohol, while others revel in their success.

Chapter 239: Some drown their sorrows in alcohol, while others revel in their success.

His tone was really unfriendly.

An Yu also lost her temper.

"Why are you questioning me for no reason? Does it matter what I think? I'm just an employee in the entertainment industry. What right do I have to interfere in my boss's love affairs? Do you need to explain to me what you want to do?"

An Yu's chest heaved. "Besides, you've slept with countless women. What's so special about He Jiayu? Should I look at you with new respect because of her?"

He suddenly paused, stunned.

He was afraid she would misunderstand.

But she seems to be—

They don't care at all.

She only saw him as her boss.

How can someone fall in love with their boss while working for them? It's like how you can't fall in love with your drill instructor during military training.

She hates him.

In An Yu's mind, she didn't need this one more crime.

Xu Xiangbai suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I have no need to explain anything to you."

"Then call me here..."

He turned his back to An Yu, making it impossible to see the emotions on his face.

His words were tinged with a detached indifference, devoid of his usual wit and banter.

"go out."

An Yu took a deep breath.

"good."

The sound of high heels clashing on the smooth floor was particularly jarring in the quiet office.

Xu Xiangbai, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Hey, nothing's wrong between me and He Jiayu."

I don't like her.

*

Xu Xiangbai had already sharply criticized Song Zaicheng's decision to open a bar at his advanced age.

Looking good even in old age.

A man who has been upright for thirty years, the eldest son in his family, and a business elite who makes a fortune every day in the eyes of many.

They do everything in a very methodical and meticulous way.

Suddenly, he spent a fortune to open this bar, burning through countless resources on marketing and renovations.

Fortunately, his sales figures did not disappoint him.

On its first day of opening, the bar was packed, with all the seats and private rooms full, and the dance floor teeming with people.

The VIP rooms on the top floor were filled with wealthy young men and influential figures from Jiangbei and even neighboring cities.

Whether it's to show support or to get together under the guise of a gathering, it's rare to have everyone together.

In the eyes of many, Song opening a bar in the city was a rebellious act.

Someone joked.

"Your rebellious phase came way too late."

Song Zaicheng just smiled and said, "I have to do something I like."

"I didn't realize you were the quiet type. You always seem so serious and unsmiling, but it turns out you also enjoy this kind of decadent, glamorous lifestyle."

"My second son can study finance, so why can't I open a bar?"

People who are constantly stretched out yearn for moments of relaxation and respite in life, while those who are left to their own devices and not expected to achieve great things also think about proving their worth.

Since Song Zaizhen stumbled and fell because of his immaturity in relationships, he has truly grown up.

Song Zaicheng was more gratified than anyone else.

When Song Jae-jin is mentioned, some people say, "The second young master was also a nightclub prince back then, but his personality changed drastically after he went abroad. The daily life he shares on social media is either reading and studying, participating in various competitions, or cycling, hiking and swimming. I can hardly recognize him with such a regular and healthy lifestyle."

Someone else asked, "When does the second young master plan to return to China? It's been so long since we've seen him."

"Soon."

He has a long holiday around Christmas.

Since Song Zaizhen went abroad, he has had very little contact with anyone in the Song family.

Fortunately, he still has his older brother in his heart and mind.

The wine was poured round after round.

As everyone was chatting enthusiastically, they realized that someone had joined from the very beginning.

Xie Ting leaned over and patted Xu Xiangbai on the shoulder, "Young Master Xu, you're here purely for Song Zaicheng's wine, aren't you?"

It's rare to see him so uninterested in such a beautiful setting.

Xie Ting was quite incredulous. "What happened to you?"

Xu Xiangbai paused in his drinking motion.

I feel really suffocated.

However, she still stubbornly retorted, "Which eye of yours saw that?"

Xie Ting was particularly sincere. He extended two fingers, slightly bent them, and waved them from side to side in front of his eyes.

"Left eye and right eye."

Xu Xiangbai sat among a group of beautiful women, but instead of eating the grapes that one of the women peeled and handed to him, he tilted his head back and drank them all in one gulp.

When Fu Yanjing was half-drunk, he arrived late.

As soon as the door to the private room was pushed open, the smell of smoke and alcohol mixed with the heavy scent of women's cosmetics rushed out.

Fu Yanjing was used to staying in the small building.

Coming back to this place, I felt it was smoky and disgusting, and I immediately wrinkled my nose in disgust.

Everyone knew his style of doing things too well, and when he arrived, they all dispersed the ordinary women around them.

The venue was cleared up on its own.

Xu Xiangbai squinted at him, his tone already tinged with drunkenness, "You still have a lot of influence in the city, enough to make you grace us with your presence in a place like this. I thought you had remained chaste for Reporter Wen, never to be tainted by the slightest bit of worldly dust again."

How many times have I failed to persuade Fu Yanjing to come to such places of pleasure?

His lifestyle was so disciplined it was astonishing.

He's either working or pursuing his wife.

They even moved their residence to a remote and quiet place.

Everyone has heard about this matter to some extent.

All I know is that when Fu Yanjing returned to Hong Kong, he had changed a bit.

But only now has it truly been verified.

Fu Yanjing glanced at Xu Xiangbai knowingly and chuckled, "I was also untainted by the mud before, wasn't I? My heart and soul remained true to myself."

The pride that was inadvertently revealed on his face spoke volumes:

He was riding high on the spring breeze.

Some are happy, some are sad.

Xu Xiangbai's eyes were smeared with alcohol, unable to conceal his distraught state.

"That's true, I'm different. I've been a rotten person from beginning to end."

Anyone who saw his dejected look would be taken aback.

Xu Xiangbai was such a spirited and carefree person, always enjoying the fleeting pleasures of making money out of thin air.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Song Zaicheng leaned over and asked, "What happened to him? I was hoping he'd liven things up tonight, but he just came here to drown his sorrows."

Fu Yanjing understood everything.

They love a good show.

"It's perfectly normal to experience the bitterness of love when you're just starting to fall in love."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions became quite subtle.

The few young masters hiding there, who couldn't stand being bothered, had already curled their lip in disapproval.

Forget it.

Xu Xiangbai's love life could fill a book.

Are we talking about first love now?

I'd like to ask something else.

Fu Yanjing's phone rang.

The call was from Wen Jinye.

Young Master Fu immediately stopped watching the spectacle.

You need to find a quiet place to answer the phone.

As Fu Yanjing was leaving, Song Zaicheng called out from behind:

"Come back to play cards as soon as you finish the call, it's been so long since I've asked you for tips."

*

The light bulb on the balcony is broken.

It's actually been broken for a while now.

However, since the balcony is open-air, the light from the streetlights or the living room lights can still illuminate it to some extent.

So it won't be pitch black, nor will it affect daily life.

Wen Jin also bought new light bulbs, but kept putting off replacing them, and they just sat in the storage room collecting dust.

Wen Jin had just been looking for something and found it, which reminded her of this.

I originally wanted to change it.

Once I stepped onto the bench, my figure swayed unsteadily, and I realized that I was always just a little short of the height.

Therefore, Wen Jin also thought of Fu Yanjing.

This kind of thing.

She could have borrowed a tripod tomorrow.

You can continue to make do.

But when she couldn't reach the light bulb no matter how hard she tried, and a feeling of discouragement welled up inside her, Wen Jin also thought of Fu Yanjing.

She could finally ask him for a favor without feeling guilty.